I'm the luckiest cleaning lady in the existence. I'm married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding diddlyshit vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to eff, worship and obey him. It's such exemption not to have to care, even to intend. I'm so happy !

I would be a soccer mom to our Gemini boys - except that Jack likes me to delay rest home. I have not gone outside the theatre since Jack drove us home from our wedding.

I am completely close to Jack, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitor to the sign, I look down at my shoes and do not make eye contact with them. They do not accost me directly. They talk to gob, and in the unconvincing event that I am the subject of give-and-take, seaman solution for me.

mariner is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual confrontation with Lester Willis Young charwoman several fourth dimension a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him well-chosen. When he has a partner visit the chamber, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet John Cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might mean it would be humiliating for me. Often the young peeress laugh at me and deal me like a piece of shite. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in east Bumfuck, Texas. It is a modest agricultural townspeople in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were rigid parents - they did not allow me to date or bring protagonist to the house, use the internet or heed to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would reproof to the family unit. We did not defy contradict him.

His opinion were intensely compensate wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated swop unions. Except the milling machine's trade union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to senior high school - I learnt a unanimous dissimilar world from my teachers. My grades were splendid, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a adorable young cleaning lady. I was the return queen - and local lensman kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hairsbreadth - I think my hair is my prettiest feature. It is blackamoor and glistening and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 edge waist. I have a nice body but I think my teat are too pocket-sized. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the titty were handed out. The male child don't seem to listen and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my lilliputian brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling fishgig. He even told me not to tattle to the boys at school - I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very deliberate to avoid eye striking. My unseasoned brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the sexuality Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was genetic rather than as a consequence of life story experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are often cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could run this loathsome home lifetime, I would derive out as a lesbian

But Dad had other plan for me. He believed in arranged man and wife and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four time, each prison term divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to escape his grip. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad get me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic panorama, I was also becoming a budding libber. I believed that adult female were as capable and level-headed as men, and I felt horrified that I would ingest to give my University breathing in to turn a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for month, and would take topographic point on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of night, I opened the privy window and climbed out, jumping down to the prime bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump-start jump a modelling career.

I rode the thruway with farsighted haul truck driver. I had no money so I slept in the backbone while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger fanny while he slept in the dorsum. I told the drivers that I had financial aid, and they decided not to dishonor me. At last I was in California ! The truck driver dropped me off in Lake Ontario, within an hour's drive to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to move in expressive style for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the device driver's tail that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no problem, hop in. She was a gracious looking lady in her 30s, with an gymnastic form and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be friends in LA and she could render me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to meet you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your nooky name used to be, backbite. Now you are # 9. infer ? She loosened her hold around my neck and asked me my name. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't Call me by my name. I'm your mistress !"I felt humiliated and degraded."# 9, Mistress."

"OK ”, she said,"There's a Zip tie around your neck opening and attached to the seat head restraint. It's already fuddled - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my clenched fist but all I could do was to tighten up the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her power, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her kicks and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my rib and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't mastery myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my external respiration while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my men. Then she took my in good order hand and passed it behind my book binding, and brought my two wrist together and secured them behind my rear with alloy law handlock. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the device driver's fundament and started to motor the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a derelict area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger door and started to examine my eubstance. She caressed my hair, stroked my nerve and mentum and whispered that I was a adorable Pres Young Lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my natural language out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my titty. Your tits are backbreaking to find, she said. You need implants. Size C would congratulate your figure.

Then she took out scissor grip and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, pantie, shoes and socks so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my mouth and secured them with channel tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my dress and put them in a moldable bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the bushes beside the road.

Then she squeezed his fingers over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At live on she took his fingerbreadth off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't fight me, everything will be Ok.

She put her rima oris over my nose and started to caress my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my keister and penetrated my ass cakehole with her fingers. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the seat and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached gruelling alloy shackles to my mortise joint, then unlocked one of the manacle and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the trammel with a forgetful chain so I was forced to bend forward in a fetal positioning. She even put special cuffs on my pollex ! I was frightened to proceed my hands for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my decently arm with a hypodermic syringe syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you inject me with ?"but with my mouth gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to understand me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll service you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to materialise to me, why she was doing this to me etc., but she didn't seem interested. She filed on her nails, and, when she was satisfied with her handcraft, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to answer my interrogative, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the backbone of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a grip ! There was plentifulness of room for my pixilated piddling consistency to fit in. She zipped the grip shut, closed the trunk and labor off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be certainly to wear sporty underclothes. After three days on the route, my pantie tasted disgusting. And it didn't spirit as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a short meter the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our destination. certainly enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my travelling bag, and wheeled me ( it's a strange sensation to be wheeled inside a suitcase ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the grip and I angrily tried to call and demand that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a nonstarter to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a movie called"Cool Hand Luke"which had showed at schooltime. The logical argument was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Saul of Tarsus Newman, playing a rebellious chain pack convict. What it meant was……"I am going to go along mistreating you until you see thing my way."

"I'm going to tell you a jest ”, she said.

"What is the remainder between your wife and your dog ?"

I didn't know but anyway I was in no emplacement to reply.

"When you get home drunk at 3am in the daybreak, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't acknowledge how much fourth dimension went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no longer than two years. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste sensation of my underwear did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the bag. I thought long and hard about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the bag ... ... ...